Supreme Tamer Chapter 1006 872 A Life Passed A Butterfly

Chapter 1006: Chapter 872: A Life Passed, A Butterfly Chapter 1006: Chapter 872: A Life Passed, A Butterfly “Chu Mu had done quite a bit of homework during those days in Xiangrong City and was no longer so unfamiliar with it.

Spirit Butterflies have always e in various colors, each color representing butterflies with different abilities.

Yet, the Black Spirit Butterfly is a very special breed, rarely seen in Xiangrong City or the Wild.

Humans do not favor the Black Spirit Butterfly. These butterflies are sensitive creatures that can even sense the purity or impurity of a person’s soul.

The Black Spirit Butterfly, symbolizing death, disease, and darkness, is not absolute in Xiangrong City, but when they do appear, they are driven out by the residents and even ostracized by their own kind.

Logically, these Black Spirit Butterflies should be few in number, existing in some ominous places.

However, what Chu Mu saw now were billions of Black Spirit Butterflies, rare and ominous, leaving him stunned at why there were so many!!!

“Pupupupupu!!!!!!!!!!!!”

The flapping of wings resounded in Chu Mu’s ears. The Black Spirit Butterflies, cold and aloof, seemed to harbor a strong hostility towards those who disturbed them.

The light above Chu Mu’s head began to dim, as a large group of high-grade Black Spirit Butterflies perched above him, obscuring the light and casting a huge shadow over Chu Mu and the Demon Tree Warrior.

The red eyes turned into cold gems dotted above, their icy luster fixated coldly on Chu Mu and the Demon Tree Warrior.

Rage swept through like a fierce wind between the majestic forest trees.

Chu Mu raised his head and saw the groups of Black Spirit Butterflies forming a massive vortex with their fluttering bodies, as some unknown black pollen descended from the sky, landing on both him and the Demon Tree Warrior.

Seeing this stunning black spectacle, Chu Mu was reminded of that time in Ten Thousand Broken Stinger Valley, the billions of Demon Worm Army regiments in the sky, a visual shock that words could not describe.

Spirit Butterflies are graceful and beautiful. Even the Black Spirit Butterflies, when flying in formation, create a sight much like a dangerously toxic black rose, perilous yet coldly beautiful, their elegant dance forming patterns in the Sky Curtain that took one’s breath away, almost making Chu Mu forget to think.

“Let’s leave this place,” Chu Mu said, sensing the hostility of the Black Spirit Butterflies, not daring to linger any longer.

Thousands of Black Spirit Butterflies swirled above Chu Mu’s head. Should they launch a collective attack, it would cause great harm to the Demon Tree Warrior.

Moreover, if Chu Mu were to be pletely surrounded by these Tree Crown-like Black Spirit Butterflies, escaping would bee a significant challenge, as a swarm of Soul Pets, once together, would endlessly succeed one another without regard for the strength of their enemy.

Chu Mu did not know where these astonishing numbers of Black Spirit Butterflies had e from, but he didn’t want to make them his enemies without fully understanding the situation.

…

Having left Yangfeng Ridge, Chu Mu stood on the highest part of a mountain range, looking back at the Black Forest that absorbed the sunlight.

Spread vast and wide, the Black Forest covered the entire Continent. Whether it was the mountain ranges, basins, jungles captured in Chu Mu’s eyes, or even beyond the farthest end of the mountains’ rise, there seemed to be an endless expanse of this magnificent blackness beyond his sight.

How many Black Spirit Butterflies could there be?

…

It had been two months since Chu Mu returned to Xiangrong City.

Xiangrong City was still the same, with its multi-colored Spirit Butterflies dancing lightly, soft, and gentle, without any sharpness, like a group of pure creatures bringing peace and tranquility to the people.

Here, Black Spirit Butterflies were almost never seen. pared to the sea-like scene that Chu Mu had witnessed, he suddenly felt as if the contrast between the bright and the dark was as stark as that between a vast, uniformed black army and a group of kind and simple villagers.

Upon returning to his rented courtyards, amusingly, all the most beautiful Spirit Butterflies that had been attracted to the yard fled in panic upon Chu Mu’s return, disappearing without a trace.

“Seeing them run away, I knew you were back,” Ye Qingzi said, standing by the flowerbed, a sliver of a smile squeezing through her starry eyes.

Chu Mu walked over and embraced Ye Qingzi’s slender and soft waist. He wasn’t sure when, but she had gained an alluring charm, her every move radiating a soft and romantic allure that made Chu Mu smitten.

Moreover, ever since they had tasted the forbidden fruit, Chu Mu felt a passionate infatuation for Ye Qingzi’s body. These two months apart felt as long as four years.

After an intimate moment in the flower garden, Chu Mu told Ye Qingzi about the ocean of Black Spirit Butterflies he had seen.

Ye Qingzi was astonished for a long time, as having lived in Xiangrong City for two months, she too knew that Black Spirit Butterflies were rare and considered ominous.

“Pupupupu~~~~~~”

As they were speaking, Chu Mu suddenly felt a cold, enchanting fragrance on his shoulder.

Ye Qingzi opened her mouth in surprise, pointing at the Black Spirit Butterfly on Chu Mu’s shoulder and said, “Chu Mu, this… this Black Spirit Butterfly…”

“This little fellow seems to live nearby, I saw it two months ago and it followed me for several days,” Chu Mu said as he put his finger in front of the solitary Black Spirit Butterfly.

“Could it be from those Black Spirit Butterflies on the southern side of Yangfeng Ridge?” Ye Qingzi curiously asked.

Chu Mu shook his head and said, “This little guy is a young pet. Given its flying speed, it would be hard for it to reach here in less than a few years. It must be just a few months old.”

“It seems like this is the only Black Spirit Butterfly in the entire Xiangrong City…”

“Acpany me to the library.”

Chu Mu felt that this affair was not simple; it would be best to discuss it with Elder Duan.

“Chu Mu, I have refined a Seventh Level Spirit Item for your Demon Tree Warrior. The quality might be a bit low, but there’s still a decent chance that it could help your Demon Tree Warrior advance to a High-level Emperor. Also, we’re running out of Spirit resources; think of something,” Ye Qingzi told Chu Mu.

At the first half of the sentence, Chu Mu felt joy in his heart, but at the second half, he could only give a wry smile.

Every high-grade Spirit Master is extremely costly. Chu Mu originally plundered some savings from the Three Great Palaces, but it still wasn’t enough for Ye Qingzi’s two months’ worth of practice.

“I’ll figure out the Spirit resources,” Chu Mu said.

…

Upon arriving at the library, Elder Duan was nowhere to be found. However, Chu Mu encountered that girl from before.

The girl was also enthusiastic. Knowing that Chu Mu had important information to tell Elder Duan, she personally led Chu Mu to Elder Duan’s residence.

Elder Duan’s home was quite secluded, an elegant and tasteful house made entirely of wood.

“Brother, why do you have a Black Spirit Butterfly on your shoulder? That’s very rare. The elders say that Black Spirit Butterflies are not good; they can make you sick,” the girl pointed at the Black Spirit Butterfly on Chu Mu’s shoulder and asked.

“Hehe, the one who should be careful of getting sick is this little guy,” Ye Qingzi said with a charming smile.

“…” Chu Mu could only give a wry smile.

After stepping into the yard, they quickly heard Elder Duan erupting in anger. Clearly, this temperamental old man did not wele others to his home.

However, when the old man saw that it was Li Guang’s granddaughter in front, his expression changed very rapidly, offering apologies and smiles.

“Elder Duan, you really should change your temper,” the girl chided.

“Can’t change it,” Elder Duan said, glancing at Chu Mu and asked in confusion, “Why are you still here, kid? Didn’t I tell you to go to Yangfeng Ridge?”

“I’ve already been there,” Chu Mu didn’t mind the old man’s odd temper.

“Been there? So you spent your entire experience traveling?” Elder Duan said.

“Elder Duan, didn’t you tell me to head deep into Yangfeng Ridge? I went there, and didn’t find anything amiss. I just saw this.” Chu Mu pointed at the Black Spirit Butterfly on his shoulder.

“Just a Black Spirit Butterfly? So you saw one; there’s nothing peculiar about that,” Elder Duan, who had seen much of the world, wasn’t surprised by the Black Spirit Butterfly.

“I saw a whole swarm of them,” Chu Mu said seriously.

“Oh? A swarm? That’s indeed rare,” Elder Duan’s white eyebrows lifted, and he continued, “The Black Spirit Butterfly is also known as ‘The Butterfly Soul that Lingers in the Mortal World.’ Their birth occurs when a creature dies, in a specific environment with an aura of darkness, and their survival rate is extremely low, which makes them rare.”

Elder Duan noticed the girl was also very interested, so he went on, “Normally, with the death of a life, an egg of a black butterfly will appear in such an environment, and when the egg hatches, it turns into a Black Spirit Butterfly. Because it is the birth after the death of a life, many people associate them with the unvanished souls of the dead, and indeed, that’s the case. When life ends, and the soul wanders, to a certain extent it relies on the newly born Spirit Butterfly, longing for the worldly life…”

“But there are many sayings about the Black Spirit Butterfly; most of them tend to be associated with bad omens, death, and plagues. You said you saw a whole swarm of Black Spirit Butterflies; roughly how many? A few hundred, or a few thousand?” Elder Duan asked.

After hearing Elder Duan’s explanation about the so-called “one butterfly per departed life,” Chu Mu was pletely stunned!

If one departed life equates to one black butterfly, then the incredibly impactful scene he had witnessed signified the loss of how many lives!

A few million?

Or tens of millions!!!

What kind of beings were those departed lives!!!

(Chapter Two is here; today is Wednesday, and there will be no more this evening. I genuinely do not dare to push my body too hard~~

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